NFBE Chapter 193 Back to Rely on His Parents
Chapter 193 Back to Rely on His Parents
Song Qiao had a key to her parents' house, so she opened the door and carried the groceries into the living room.
The house had been uninhabited for a long time, and the coffee table in the living room was covered with a layer of dust. Song Qiao put the meat and vegetables in the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and first cleaned the living room and kitchen.
Looking at the time, it was getting late. Because she needed to hurry up and cook to deliver to Lu Mingxuan and Lu Wenguang, and since her parents' bedroom and her own bedroom hadn't been cleaned, Song Qiao thought that she should bring Xie Hong over to be a caregiver after her mother was discharged from the hospital.
Xie Hong has taken good care of Tao Meiling at the hospital during this time, and Song Qiao is very satisfied.
Song Qiao also knew that most caregivers hoped to gain the approval of patients' families by working in hospitals, so they wouldn't have to change employers every day. Working as a nanny in a wealthy family was much easier and more stable.
Thinking about these things, Song Qiao cleaned the black-boned chicken she bought, stuffed it with cinnamon, Sichuan peppercorns, scallions, and ginger, then put it in a clay pot and added some light and dark soy sauce to simmer it slowly. Then she picked some green vegetables, preparing to cook a few more dishes so that Lu Wenguang could taste her cooking skills.
While the chicken was simmering in the pot, Song Qiao took her phone and went to the side to make a call to Wang Cuihua.
After the call connected, before Song Qiao could even speak, Tong Yao's voice came from the other end: "Mommy! When are you coming to pick us up? I miss you and Daddy Lu so much."
Hearing Tong Yao's voice, Song Qiao's heart softened, and she quickly said on the phone, "Tomorrow, Mr. Lu has already booked a car for you, and he will pick you up tomorrow."
After the mother and daughter talked for a while, Song Qiao said, "Yaoyao, give the phone to your mother. I have something to say to her."
Wang Cuihua's voice immediately came through the phone: "Song Qiao, is Dr. Lu's injury alright?"
"Something else happened after he came back, and he's in the hospital now."
Hearing that Lu Mingxuan was also at the hospital, Wang Cuihua said worriedly on the phone, "Dr. Lu has really suffered this time, sigh! If it weren't for me bringing Yaoyao to Wenzhen, this probably wouldn't have happened."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao quickly said, "It's not your fault, Sister Cuihua. I called you to remind you to be careful. Jiang Ming has run away. If she finds you, be sure not to tell her about Yao Yao."
Upon hearing this, Wang Cuihua quickly replied, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."
After exchanging a few words, Song Qiao ended the call with Wang Cuihua. A chicken was still stewing on the stove, and its aroma was wafting out.
"Sister Cuihua, give the phone to Yaoyao, I want to hear her voice again."
Immediately, the phone in Wang Cuihua's hand was returned to Yao Yao's hand.
"Yaoyao, listen to your mom and dad. When you come back, Mom will make you something delicious."
Song Qiao had already decided that when Tong Yao returned, she would definitely bring her to her parents' house and cook for her herself.
"I understand, Mom."
Tong Yao's sensible nature made Song Qiao feel sorry for her. When she had free time, all she could think of was the image of Tong Yao pushing Tong Yujun's wheelchair, the little girl struggling to walk down the road.
"Goodbye, Yao Yao!"
Goodbye, Mom!
After ending the call, Song Qiao turned on another stove; she was going to stir-fry some vegetables.
Today she bought garlic sprouts as her main vegetable, planning to make a sea cucumber and garlic sprout dish. She also bought bok choy, planning to make a bok choy dish with minced garlic. In addition, she prepared boiled shrimp and spinach balls.
This was the first time she had cooked for Lu Wenguang, and she did it very carefully.
After preparing the meal, Song Qiao took out a multi-layered insulated container, placed the chicken soup at the bottom, and then layered the stir-fried dishes on top. After tidying up, Song Qiao carried the lunchbox out of the house.
It was already dark by then.
After returning to Jiangcheng under the cover of darkness, Zhao Xiaoya went to the Sunshine Community.
"Driver, please stop the car and wait for me downstairs. I'll go upstairs and ask my mother-in-law for the money to pay your fare," Zhao Xiaoya called out to the taxi driver.
In the mirror above his head, the driver gave Zhao Xiaoya a disdainful look, thinking to himself: She has to ask her mother-in-law for the fare; that shows how much of a leech she is.
Surely she doesn't even have two hundred yuan? It's over a hundred li from that village chief to Jiangcheng, and the fare they booked was two hundred yuan.
Seeing Zhao Xiaoya pulling Jiang Xiaoran out of the car, the driver grabbed Jiang Xiaoran and said, "Let the child stay in the car for now. You can take her with you when you get the money."
Hearing the driver's words, Zhao Xiaoya angrily said, "Are you afraid I'll cheat you out of the fare? Honestly!"
"I think we should be cautious from the start and treat each other better later. After all, I've come all this way to bring you here. If you don't pay me for the ride, I'll be in big trouble tonight."
Zhao Xiaoya returned secretly, not daring to make a sound. She glanced back at Jiang Xiaoran and said, "Ranran, wait for Mom to go upstairs and ask Grandma for money."
Jiang Xiaoran had long been tired of living in the countryside. As long as she returned to the city, she readily agreed to cooperate when asked: "Mom, I'll wait for you here. Come down quickly."
"I see!"
After getting out of the car, Jiang Xiaoran went upstairs without taking her luggage.
Upon arriving on the second floor, Zhao Xiaoya stopped at the door and knocked.
Zhang Dalan's loud voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
"Me! Open the door."
Zhao Xiaoya answered cautiously. Jiang Mingtai had disappointed her too much. He had squandered all the property and money he had given her. He came back this time to sell the half-built building in the east of the city, as well as this school district house, and then leave with Jiang Xiaoran.
If she hadn't wanted to get something from Jiang Ming, she would have left him long ago. Suffering poverty and hardship with him was not her intention.
Zhang Dalan opened the door and was surprised to see Zhao Xiaoya standing there: "Why are you back? Where's my son?"
Zhao Xiaoya said irritably, "Is your son still hiding outside? Ranran and I are back, Mom! Do you have any money left? I haven't paid the driver's fare downstairs yet."
When Zhang Dalan heard Zhao Xiaoya ask her to pay for the fare, she immediately objected: "You've been gone for a month, and I've already spent all the money I had. I'm asking you for more, and you're asking me for money again?"
When Zhang Dalan said she had no money, Zhao Xiaoya looked up at her with a cold expression: "Your granddaughter Ranran is still in the car. They won't let her leave without paying the fare. So, take out the money Jiang Ming gave you in the past."
At this moment, Zhang Dalan felt increasingly annoyed with Zhao Xiaoya. When Song Qiao was around, her son lived a very comfortable life, and Zhao Xiaoya could buy whatever she wanted. Now, the whole family had become homeless, and she blamed all of this on the woman in front of her.
"Why should I? You just ran away like that, abandoning your old mother. So you came back to freeload because you had nothing to eat or drink?"
Looking at the old woman's sarcastic manner, Zhao Xiaoya angrily said, "You gave birth to a useless son, and now he's dragging me and the child down with him. If he had listened to me, we wouldn't be in this situation now. Will you take the money or not? If not, I'll call the police and have your son arrested right now."
Hearing Zhao Xiaoya's words, Zhang Dalan angrily cursed, "You poisonous woman, you jinx! It's all your fault for seducing my son. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up like this with Song Qiao. I don't even dare to go out now, because if I do, people will talk behind my back."